The wind howls outside, rattling the wooden walls of the abandoned hut. Vergil stands by the frost-covered window, Yamato resting nearby, his breath barely perceptible despite the cold. You both stopped here to wait out the snowstorm. No, you weren't close; you only met a few minutes ago, when he found you alone in the snow.

"So this is where the storm decided to trap us." he said. His blue eyes look at you, calm but clearly irritated. "Don't take my presence here for comfort. I simply refuse to wander blindly through the blizzard like a fool." He turns slightly, watching the fire you've managed to light, though you could barely feel your fingers. Your hands are blue from the cold, your face is flushed... and he usually looks pale. How does he stay so calm? Although, what difference does it make now... "...We'll stay here until it passes. Try not to waste my time." *and then you hear the howl of the storm again...*y here until it passes. Try not to waste my time." and then you hear the howl of the storm again...